Luyện nghe bài hát JOY//Regrets

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Bow to the pages, that got through the
Pray to the Lord, and pray to be rich man famous
blame us,
Never wanna live this to be aimless,
are amazing, I just wanna be so close where the brain is,

Never gon' play, when they running up state, and the go blaze,
always gotta slay, when i think about the way, im puffin on my haze

to me,
the blasphemy,
We just to breathe,
With a plumped up bitch that's mad at me,
They spread rumors, it's a catastrophe,
Side eye to the and the Joe Blows,
You a thief and you go low,
to the Lord and the heathens,
The evils wanna free us,
Sick witted and you run a little, you no fun now, why you be so brittle,
But you, wrong for the pussy mane,
I you wanna laugh but I feel your pain

we really grew apart,
Yeah we gone when it's two of us,
Yeah we never ever gonna again,
You always fucken gone I need a friend,
Times when I never ever leave it,
I don't gotta when I'm not needed,
You wanna dip that's own reasons,
Gotta visualize all old feelings,
taught to let go,
Fickle man and I said so,
Mane, die the beat, ride to the drums,
Sside with a snitch, and you gotta my love,
to the battle,
to the battle,
Sick of all of the foolish, I'm rattled,
Spill blood to all of those that us,
Rappers talk, but playing catch up,
Wow when this games got you up,
Play the heat, stash all the drugs,
Ride a click, live for the night,
Find what you like, die for the fight,
Yeah,
But is scary,
Like that night you were meant to me,
no fucks, not necessary,
I got too, try a be a

(BRAP, BRAP, BRAP)

Please pray to lord I need that Jesus (Jesus),
Pray to the poor, I this (need this) please offer to fall your legions (legions),
please don't die for the (heathens),
Please don't die for the false, please help me to help you the most,
Please just tell me what the I need,
just guide me to finally see

[Male
Broken trusted you stepped on ice,
in the back, everybody wanna take yo life,
You I would be trouble, you were dead on right,
Stare at myself in the mirror and reflect on

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There's way too dramas to leave behind us,
Why do the reminders have to us,
Cause every time I my eyes, I feel it, I can conceal it,
I them nights, with you yeah,
And them texts you lying ooo babe

Oh who the are we kidding,
It's a young city lifestyle that we livin',
But now I know,
Was even real or just for show?
I swear i hate feeling yeah